poem Poetry Corner 4 By Cara Thereon on Tuesday, June 16, 2015 Parted thighs The perfect cradle For a bobbing head Quick thrusting fingers And a wet teasing tongue Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like this:Like Loading... a cunning linguis oral sex Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
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Yes to that! Sounds like my morning :-X
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Hahahaha. Go on girl, get you some!
Perfect cradle, indeed. Cradle of motherfucking life 🙂
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Amen